Gemma's conversation with Jax is brief and hilarious: "Just meet me outside the service entrance of the hospital in a few minutes." "WHAT?" "Just go. [click]" Jax facepalms and fumes all the way to the hospital.
Tara and Gemma say their goodbyes. Tara's packed a few weeks' worth of meds for Gemma, but warned her she'll need to find more if she's planning an extended Irish sojourn. She gives Gemma her keycard, stuffs some cash into her pocket, and drops her car keys into Gemma's hand. "I'm not sure anyone's going to believe I did this at gunpoint," Gemma says. "You may as well have," Tara replies bitterly. Gemma says, "I'll keep my promise. No one will know about that baby." Tara reminds Gemma that legislators have not yet passed laws giving Gemma Teller Morrow control over everyone else's reproductive rights. Gemma implores Tara, "Wait until Jax gets back. Look into Abel's eyes before you do anything." The security alert sounds for Gemma, she lunges forward to hug Tara, then promises, "I'll be back in a week."
Tara scampers off and promptly runs into Murray, who asks, "Where's Gemma Teller?" Tara stammers out her cover story about Gemma pulling a gun on her, and Murray asks, "You expect me to believe that?" "I don't really care," Tara replies. Murray sighs in exasperation, then pushes Tara into the nearest supply closet. Once they're inside, she points out, "You're committing a crime. Do you understand that?" Tara deflates and explains, "That Irishman? That killed the prospect? He kidnapped Jax's son. It wasn't in the papers, the cops, the FBI, they don't give a shit. It's all on Jax and the club to find them, and Gemma wasn't going to jail until she knew that baby was safe. You know, maybe there was nothing I could have done to stop him from taking Abel, I don't know, but helping Gemma was my way of making up for it. And I'll deny all of it, and if the cops don't believe me, I guess I'll suffer the consequences." Murray takes this all in, quickly parses where Tara's feelings of obligation are, then ruminates on what to do. Tara blurts out, "Thank you. I know you're trying to help me." She heads for the door, and that decides Murray: Since Tara's often motivated by feelings of obligation, why not indebt Tara to her? She calls out, "Wait," then clocks Tara in the eye. As Tara shrieks, "What the hell are you doing?" Murray hands Tara an ice pack and says, "They'll never believe Gemma didn't slug you. Let's go." Tara stares after Murray for a moment, then the circuits in her brain hard-wired to respond to bossy, agenda-driven mommy figures kick in and she follows.